Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marc Almond to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.